He sprang to the phone.
"Hello--hello--" All eyes were bent on him nervously--the Doctor's face, in particular, seemed a very study in fear and amazement.

He clutched the back of a chair to support himself, his hand was the trembling hand of a sick, old man.
"Hello--hello--" Anderson swore impatiently.

He hung up the phone.
"There's nobody there!" Again, a chill breath from another world than ours seemed to brush across the faces of the little group in the living-room.

Dale, sensitive, impressionable, felt a cold, uncanny prickling at the roots of her hair.
A light came into Anderson's eyes.

"Where's that Jap ?" he almost shouted.
"He just went out," said Miss Cornelia.